It all started when I was 4 years old. My aunt had came over to my house and just hung out with my family and her kids would hang out with us too. She has 4 kids, 3 boys and 1 girl. I have 5 siblings, 3 sisters and 2 brothers. Anyway my aunt and her kids an husband had came over. One of my cousin and I, we started to play with the lights flickering them on and off. My dad had burnt my hand and my cousins, while his mom was holding him. My dad didn't burn his at all but he burnt my hand bad, part of my hand was black and was kinda burnt off. My dad didn't mean to burn my hand though. My aunt when she saw my hand she called the CPS, and when we found out what she had did we left to go to a family friends house. All I remember is the family friend's husband kept putting me in the car and taking me out. I was half awake half asleep and my siblings and I wear in a car and the girl that was driving pulled into the police station. I remember her telling me that we were in a safe place and that we have nothing to worry about that now we are safe. That we wouldn't have to worry about being hurt anymore. They gave my siblings and I ice cream and a stuffed moose. Then I remember be driven somewhere. Then the next morning I remember waking up in a place I didn't recognize and got out of the bed I was in. I walked out of the room and seeing my biggest sister in a room with an unfamiliar women and a girl around the age of 18-20. I was kinda scared until the women came up to me and she said " don't worry honey don't be scared your alright now.'' I smiled I felt safe like nothing bad could happen to me. I stayed with my biggest sister, the girl and the women for a few weeks then I got transferred to a new home. Her name was Glorya and she had another foster kid with her and she had a husband to. So I saw all my siblings there and I was happy to see them. My biggest sister and my big brother didn't stay there long but my big sisters and my little brother. We stayed there for a while and it was bad. I hated it so much. She kinda abused us. About a month later my sisters where transferred to a new home and so did my little brother and I. My big sisters went to a different one and my little brother and I went to a different one. My sisters went with a couple the had other foster kids. My little brother and I stayed with a married couple with 2 kids and they were their kids. The oldest was 6 and the youngest was 2. I had a baby sitter that was about 10 years older then me. She was kind to me and my little brother she had a little sister. I was in foster care for 5 months. My siblings got home before Christmas my mom did everything she possibly could to get us back and my dad did the same. We were all really happy to see my mom and dad and my siblings.
A/N: So that was part one of the story what did you think I will be writing more. The next chapter you'll find out about what happened between my mom and dad.
